You are such a heavy note
caught in the back of my throat,
can't dig you out of these bones,
maybe I'll be someone new;
since I can't be me without being you.
You are just such a trip,
Miss you more than I'll admit,
can't purge you out of this soul,
maybe I'll just love you;
since I can't seem to love anyone new.

i want to swim in your psyche
and drown in your soul.
knee-deep, toes like raisins,
head below the surface,
tumbling onto shore with every
crashing thought.
i'll scuba dive through your every flaw
and take souvenirs in memory
to remind myself i love each
drop of water you think scars you.
i can hear your ocean in your heartbeat
and when you tell stories no one knows.
and your sea slips through your eyes
sometimes; saltwater sadness.
i want to touch the very bottom floor,
ten-thousand leagues under your heart,
where your humanity rests and cries and loves.
let me sing and swim, let me in,
for i am so thirsty for that salty clear blue abyss
you grow into everyday.
i will willingly ride out each wave
until your tides subside and you are calm,
flat lagoon with moonlight right on top.
i want to plunge into your persona and
submerge myself in your mind,
breathing in the sweetest water
my lungs and ocean have ever known.

the human body
has three hundred and fifty bones
when we are born
which fuse together
as we grow
to two hundred and six;
further simplifying
down to condensed calcium
and summated marrow,
growing our skeletons down
to simpler beings as we grow.
if only the human soul
was not the opposite;
******* into
spreading stardust
particles so quickly that
we cannot put a simplified
finger on exactly who we are.
black & gold.

You are white like a bone;
And also an eggshell.
You write in permanent marker,
But your letters make you cry.
You are a key that opens anything
But crumbles with rust and time.
And you sing in the shower
But when someone catches you,
You shut up silent, mouth sewn closed.
You come in tides like the ocean,
But you are scared of the sea,
Even though you are a wave always crashing into me.
You are a bone and an eggshell;
white ambiguity, wrapped into one.